part 1

Do you think it’s impossible to live on a cloud? If you say it is, then it’s the wrong answer, actually it is possible. In fact I know one person who lives there. I have one really good friend who lives on a cloud above my house. He likes being mysterious so usually he doesn’t show himself to other people (it’s more like other people don’t see him). I call him Cloudboy. I don’t know if he has any other names, at least he hasn’t told me them, also he likes me calling him like this. It would be also weird to call him “hey you there“.

Cloudboy likes to tease me sometimes. That is why he comes to talk with me while there are many people on the street. And while talking, he goes as far as he can so I have to speak with a very loud voice. People don’t find it normal if somebody is standing on the street, watching the sky and talking to a cloud. Well, of course they don’t see Cloudboy. This is how he likes to get me in trouble. Once when I was talking to him about some philosophical question, a lady who passed by me, got so very scared that she grabbed her phone and started to yell in it. Right a way came a car with blinkers, in which were sitting two men in blue clothes. They came to me and asked why I was scaring people here like this. I answered that I was just talking to my friend. As they didn’t see anybody they whispered a little and then told me that if I’ll be acting like this one more time, they are going to take me into a certain building where people wear white shirts. Then it was time for me to be scared so I promised not to act like this anymore. After that, the men left, but Cloudboy was sitting on his cloud and laughing. After that I’m always checking if the street is empty when I’m going to talk with Cloudboy.

Maybe I’ll tell you a little more about the cloud that Cloudboy is living on. His cloud is one part of big Cloudkingdom (luckily the whole kingdom isn’t above my house). Cloudboy’s cloud isn’t big or small. Exactly the right size for his house and a little garden. House in blue, mixed with a little grey and white, for people think that it’s a rain cloud. So you can imagine what it feels to live under a rain cloud all the time. Cloudboy’s house is very colourful at the inside. Most of all he likes to watch the sunrise and sunset so he has painted his rooms in different red, yellow and orange tints. Curtains he has just as the sun, so for people on the ground they seem like sunrays. (I haven’t been in his house, but this is how he once described it to me.) Around Cloudboy’s house is a small garden. Especially flowers he loves, they mainly grow on the sides of his cloud. That is why I have often gotten wet when he is watering them. Every other person would be mad at him but not me. His cloud flowers are just so beautiful. Many times he has brought them for me while visiting. Even right now one is in my vase, and it smells incredibly good. While watering he is always humming the same melody. One I asked him what song it is, but then he just smiled a mysterious smile and hop scotched away.
Maybe you are interested in how he looks. It’s really hard to describe him. I can only say that his eyes are sometimes brown, and sometimes green.. His hair is almost brown, but definitely not blond. He is wearing rainbow-coloured clothes. Not all the colours, but every day a different colour.
Cloudboy is always smiling. I haven’t ever seen him angry. Actually once he was. It happened when naughty Wind broke one of his flowers. Then I had a storm cloud over my head. He didn’t smile, until Wind brought him a different type of flower seeds. Then Cloudboy even hugged Wind. I know it because I happened to be outside at that moment.
Cloudboy is visiting me twice a week- on Tuesdays and on Fridays. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t visit me at other days. It is just on these days we watch the sunsets and drink tea together. On other days he is watching the sunsets by himself sitting on his cloud. Sometimes he doesn’t sit, but paints. He loves painting. Sometimes when he finishes his new painting, he brings it to show me, and he doesn’t care if it’s day or night. I have been woken up during the night because of that. Now I am going because it’s Friday and we are going to watch the sunset. I can already hear him, humming his mysterious melody.